Tho' see you drenchèd wet that part of me Whereby Priapus I am signified; Nor dew (believe me!) 'twas nor hoary frost, But whatso gusheth of its own accord When I bethink me of a pathic god. Thou, who art 'customed to view around the walls of our temple Verse of a strain jocose rather than modest and chaste, Cease to be hurt by the song obscene, for verily ne'er was